"Last time on Total Drama Send-off! We met the most intense camper we could have ever hoped for, an early alliance was formed, and some of our fan favorites started to act in ways we'd never seen before. We also started the first challenge of the new season, where the campers are racing to find little wooden versions of their heads, and then race further into the spooky island to have their pick of the cabins. Let's join them now!"

With his speech over, Chris headed for the comfort of his lodgings. He wasn't going to rough it on Boney Island. That'd be stupid. Instead, he'd had his own island built nearby with his monumentally vast salary, and retired there.

James easily made up the time difference and caught up to the stragglers of the group. Coming into a dark clearing with menacing oak trees surrounding the area, he saw Gwen, Zoey, Brick and Dawn looking down at the ground carefully. Brick was prodding areas of the ground at irregular intervals with a stick, trying to determine the layout of the minefield.

"Dude, you don't need to do that here. This clearing's safe. You can tell because that skunk nest hasn't been disturbed. If mines had been planted, they would have left a while ago. The real danger here is getting one of the heads out of there because you already know Chris thought to put one right in the nest."

Brick jumped and looked over his shoulder. "That's a risk I'm not willing to take. If you're wrong, my squad here dies."

"I didn't mean to offend you. If you want, I can help you look a bit further on. Please, trust me here, this clearing is safe."

Dawn had been feeling uncomfortable around James since seeing a bit of his aura earlier in the morning. She was perfectly willing to take any excuse she could to get away from him. She called to the others, "I think there's a path we can take up ahead. Brick, please join me and we can make sure that area is good." Brick agreed and the two left the clearing.

James shrugged and reached down into the stink trap. Being vewwy vewwy cawefuwl, he finagled his fingers into the depths and probed for a few seconds. He found what he was looking for, and just as carefully as before, withdrew a perfect wooden recreation of Dakotazoid's head.

"Figures that the camper least likely to fit into a small space would have to get her head out of a small space", Gwen commented. "What are you gonna do with it?"

"Well, she already ran by, right? I'll just leave it here. Maybe she can get it a bit later. We can tell her if we see her."

Zoey regarded James cautiously. He was a jock, obviously, but that wasn't jock behavior. Add in Dawn's warning about his aura and his literal outward perfection, and something seemed off. She snapped out of a momentary fugue to see that he was staring back at her just as intently with a rakish grin on his face. "What do you want, jock-er-James?"

"That flower in your hair, it's beautiful. I have to know, where'd you get it?"

"Hitting on me already? That's low. I have a boyfriend, you know. Dawn was right." She hurried to join Dawn and Brick. For all of Brick's problems, at least he wouldn't hit on a taken girl. He had that thing with Jo, or at least she thought he did.

Gwen rolled her eyes dismissively. "Please tell me that wasn't a pick up line."

"What? No, it wasn't," James replied confused. "That's my favorite type of flower and I wanted to get some for my mom. Nature can be so beautiful sometimes."

"You have to realize that it sounded like you were hitting on her, though. Wait, you said you like nature? Most guys aren't confident enough to say nature's 'beautiful' out loud."

"Ha. When you've spent as much time as I have outside, just basking in nature's presence, everything looks better. Trails that arc majestically, mountains that drop off into nothing, even as I said flowers that remind me of home. Are you telling me you've never seen anything like that?"

She shook her head and smirked. "A lot of my experience with nature hasn't been as positive as yours, sadly. It keeps trying to kill me."

He arched an eyebrow. "That's mostly Chris, but yeah good point." He had a sudden thought and shot upright. "Listen, goth girl, by the end of the summer I will get you to appreciate nature if it kills me-or you. I think I know just the spot."

"It's a deal, then. Also, don't you mean 'weird' goth girl? That's what Heather says all the time," she teased.

He laughed. "Nah, that's not weird, if I didn't have to be Canada's golden child I'd think about becoming a goth. Really. Also, you wanna know why she says that? She's insecure. You're confident enough to change your appearance, which looks great by the way, and she can't imagine being that confident. She doesn't like being insecure because, well duh, so she instead channels it into lashing out. I bet she's nice if you really know her but it doesn't seem like anybody can get through."

This was a different angle. Gwen had never thought of her nemesis as insecure. Coming from this guy, (and did he just say she looked good? If she could squeal she would) it made more sense than she was willing to admit. "She'd never admit any of that. I thought you were supposed to be smart, too."

James sighed theatrically. "I guess my talents are to be taken for granted. I'll go on my merry way to leave the 'weird goth girl' in her deliberations." After waving goodbye, he ran into the forest, but in a different direction from Brick, Zoey, and Dawn.

Gwen stared after him before yelling, "and if you see Zoey again, don't flirt with her!"

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Gwen: He seems nice. He's like Alejandro, but a good person! I bet my mom would love him.

James: Gwen's a nice person, but I want to be friends with her. I do tend to get a little flirty, but hopefully I made my intentions clear.

Gwen: He's definitely into me! This is just like season 1! Yeeeeeee! See, I don't know how Katie and Sadie do it.

The pack of campers had been led by Dakotazoid, Lightning, and Alejandro, before Dakotazoid abruptly turned and disappeared into the brush. The rest heard mines exploding periodically, but until a body was found, there was no real reason to be worried. This newfound solitude gave Alejandro an opportunity to work his charms with one of the more susceptible campers.

He turned to Lightning, and while making sure to pour on the flattery, said: "Lightning, bromigo, I have an offer for you. We're two of the strongest here, and we have a common enemy. Chris obviously brought James to the show in order to make us look bad. If we team up and get the others to eliminate him, our biggest threat is gone, and we are one step closer to that million dollar prize. Your superior athletic skills and my superior...everything else would make us an unstoppable team. What do you say?"

Lightning pondered the question for so long that Alejandro was beginning to think he just hadn't heard a word. "The sha-Lightning is mostly a team of one. If I agree, can you carry your weight?"

"Most certainly, my friend. This will be an equal partnership."

"Sha-bang! It's a deal."

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Alejandro: This is a win-win for me. If I can get James eliminated early, there's nothing stopping me. If Lightning makes a mistake, as he most probably will, I can cut dead weight. He's got no idea, payaso estupido.

Lightning: The sha-Li, um (with visible effort) I'm not as stupid as they think. Ale-whatever thinks I can be his cannon fodder. After All-Stars, I'm not making mistakes like that again. And you can take that to the sha-bank!

After their ceremonial handshake, Lightning saw something in the tree above. In the middle of the trunk, a wooden Lightning rested. Without a second thought, he sprinted towards the trunk, clambered up, and grabbed the wooden head before the squid in the middle could grab him. With tentacles lashing the air around the superpowered duo, they made their escape.

"Aw yeah, got the sha-little me! Lightning's sleeping good tonight!"

"Espera, my friend. I still need to find my wooden head. If Chris is hiding things in locations that are familiar to us, I think I have an idea of where my head might be. Vamos!"

Meanwhile, Harold and Noah were lagging behind the first few groups as their cardiovascular fitness left a lot to be desired. The two had never gotten along all that well in previous seasons, but that was mostly because they didn't have many chances. Here, however, they found a common point of conversation: their girlfriends.

"Dude, I met Leshawna's family last month. Her little cousin wanted me to show her my nun-yo skills, and her dad wanted me to lay down a beat for him. I got invited to a barbecue next week too so that's cool."

"Emma's been busy with summer school so I haven't been able to hang with her as much. She keeps saying that lawyers don't get time off but I'm just not sure. You know what it's like being separated." Noah frowned before continuing. "I mean, yeah, love and all. Who cares."

"Don't feel that you have to stifle your love around me, man. My feelings for my dear Leshawana are just as intense and valid as yours for Emma. I got lucky with Leshawna being invited back to the island for this season."

Noah grew embarrassed. Emotional expression wasn't something he normally did, and while in the wilderness of Boney Island, he didn't want to start. "We have a challenge to win here. If James is as fast as Chris says he is, he's probably already made up the gap. We need to find those wooden abominations before the cool kids do so we can get the good cabins."

The two passed through a darkly lit wooded area with ten foot hedgerows on each side. Being Boney Island, the hedgerows were painted a dark, morose even, shade of gray with various skeletal intern remains inside the sparse branches. At the end of the trail, the boys saw their wooden heads-along with several others-but there was a significant problem. Boney Island was home to some Wooley beavers, and three of those beavers were preparing to gnaw on the wooden heads they conveniently found in their nest.

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Chris (doubling up in laughter): It was a GREAT idea to put them there! Best part, it only cost us three interns! (laughs harder)

"Well, we're hosed. Plus, Emma can see me become a beaver's chew toy."

Despite Noah trying to keep his sarcasm to a whisper, the mutations that affected the beavers also dramatically increased their hearing. Two turned to confront the teenagers while the other stayed behind to protect the valuable objects they kept in the nest.

Harold and Noah backed up, each one praying to their respective gods for the chance to see another sunrise with their girlfriend, as the beavers approached. A paw started to swipe down and…

Chris paused the video from a control center on his island. "Will Noah and Harold survive? Will Lightning betray Al? Where are the rest of the campers? Find out when we come back, on TOTAL DRAMA SEND-OFF!"

James kept running forward. It's wild that yesterday I was running on a track and now I'm running through a potential minefield, he thought. Can only hope my senses are fast enough. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and rolled into the brush. Gazing cautiously through a crack in the bush, he saw something pink. And...neon green? James stood up. It was only Dakotazoid.

"Hi Dakota! I saw your wooden head back there, about 3 klicks back. I left it out on a tree stump. Should be easy to find."

Dakotazoid ignored him. She was more preoccupied with digging something else up. With the caution of a pediatric brain surgeon, she gingerly lifted a cylindrical object from a shallow hole. It was a land mine. Primed, newly made. With even more care, she put this newly acquired disk in a pile of 20 others, careful not to stack any so their cumulative weight would trigger the others. This balancing act hypnotized James for a moment before he could truly comprehend what he was seeing. His eyes bugged out a little bit before deciding that whatever Dakota was doing was not worth the potential trouble, and he headed back down the trail he came, a bit more quiet this time.

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Dakota: I heard little man. Game no matter right now. (holds up a picture) I must return to SAM. Sam matters.

Izzy had been running with Geoff but had lost valuable time because she saw interesting sticks that she just had to look at up close. She'd found her wooden head ages ago because she had immense knowledge of the island after hiding there for multiple seasons. She was hoping to find James in the jungle and catch up with him, but she hadn't. He was probably having some adventures of his own which made her feel a little sad. They were inseparable as kids, with James even staying at her house for days at a time. She remembered how grateful he was to have somewhere he felt safe, which led her to remember that one time when he was 10 and he said…

No. Not the time. She unconsciously started crying a little bit at the memory. She could only wonder how he coped. Her strikingly nimble mind began to work more before she heard a sound she was very familiar with.

"Help! Chris, someone, please, anyone help! I'll play dodgeball if you want! Anything just don't let me die!" Noah pleaded. Two beavers advancing, one staying back to guard the wooden heads. Two nerds in mortal danger. One Izzy. The odds were about even.

Izzy looked around and saw a vine. Calculating the speed with which she had to hit the rear guard beaver, she took a running leap and grabbed on. She swung into the rear guard's ribs, causing the beaver to lose its balance and stumble. Using her wooden head, she knocked the beaver out with a strength only she knew she had. The other two turned, confused by the arrival of another humanoid. Izzy grabbed the closest wooden head, which happened to be Noah's, and whipped it at the solar plexus of the closer beaver. The beaver gurgled a little before collapsing. Izzy couldn't tell if it was dead, but she didn't care. The last beaver looked at its fallen relatives and growled. It stood up and roared, intending for Izzy to run before its mighty strength. Unfortunately this was a male beaver. Izzy ran forward while the beaver was standing upright and gave the beaver's kiwis a major boot. The beaver squealed, lost color in its fur, and collapsed to the ground cradling what had been its manhood.

The nerds were stunned. "Hoooooly shit Izzy", Noah deadpanned. "There's a joke in there about beavers taking out their own but I'm not gonna make it out of gratitude."

"That was so much fun! I was like woosh and the first beaver was like huh? and then went down! And then I grabbed the wooden head, which I think was yours by the way and went woosh and the beaver went down and hahahahahaha and oh Harold here's your head and…"

Harold took the head and turned to Noah. "We have to signal the others. There's a whole cache of the heads right here and nobody's gonna find them if we don't help."

Noah considered this before turning to the redhead beside him who was looking proudly at her handiwork. "Izzy, do you have any ideas?"

"Oh yeah, we can start a fire. I mean we have the wood here, and I have this lighter", which was proven true as she reached into her shirt and pulled out a lighter. She set to work, and before the boys had time to question what else she had smuggled in, a small fire raged in the remnants of the beaver's nest.

Geoff was the first to spot the fire rising through the treetops. He wasn't even close to finding his wooden head and had to hide from a bear for the last three hours, so he was in the closest thing to a bad mood that his disposition allowed. He ran to the scene of the fire, expecting some calamity, but instead saw Izzy grinning viciously over three unconscious Wooley beavers along with Noah and Harold standing sheepishly by.

"Sup, brahs. Any of you guys found your heads yet? I've had terrible luck bros."

Harold pointed to the pile. "Geoff, your head is right on top. We think Chris intentionally hid a bunch of them in this dangerous spot on purpose, the IDIOT! We're hoping the others see the fire and come running."

"Who else is on the pile?"

Noah took over. "We have Leshawna, Courtney, you, Alejandro, Brick, and Dawn. We also have Heather's, but she can get it over my dead body."

Geoff scratched his head. "I haven't seen any of those dudes since the beach. Should we just leave 'em here and let the others pick 'em up?"

Izzy considered for a moment. "That's probably the best idea. We can't assume that the others would find them any other way. Geoff, have you seen James at all?"

The party dude thought long and hard before shaking his head. "Sorry Iz, can't say I have. He did say that we need to party sometime and I bet that dude's an animal with the keg, so hopefully I see him before he gets kicked off."

She accepted the info knowing fully well that James could probably track their footprints and find them soon. "No use waiting. Let's go! The map says the cabins are a few klicks north!" Wasting no time, she began to run on all fours. The guys were taken aback before deciding it would be in their best interest to follow her and started on a leisurely jog.

With that group gone, Alejandro and Lightning stepped out from behind a suspiciously well-placed trunk. They had looped back and followed the nerds for a kilometer, fortuitously as it turned out. Alejandro saw his wooden head and retrieved it quickly.

"Now, my athletic friend, we are ready to go. When we looped back here I found a trail which I believe will lead us to our destination faster. We will not settle for second place today."

"Wait dude, shouldn't we wait for your sha-girl? They said Heather's head was in there too."

"No", Alejandro spat with a ferocity that made Lightning jump. He regained composure and said more calmly, "No. She's no longer my girl and that bruja always has her ways. She can figure it out on her own. Let's go. I'm not waiting for you."

Lightning knew better to ask questions. He also knew that he didn't know which questions to ask, making the point moot anyway. He shrugged and followed Alejandro into the trails.

The witch in question could have sorely used a magic broom. Although she didn't know it, she was the furthest behind. No wooden head, nobody nearby, and no hope in hell. Heather was a lot of things, but she was not an optimist. She had seen Courtney and Leshawna a few kilometers back, but when she got close she heard they were discussing her breakup. It hurt too much to hear so she left the area and sat down. She began to wonder earnestly why she'd come back. That line of internal interrogation was too painful, so she instead turned to more pleasant thoughts. When it took her a few minutes to even dredge up one happy memory from the last six months she knew she was in trouble. Is this what depression feels like? This heavy weight? I shouldn't feel like this, she thought. I'm a winner. I'm a survivor. I'm a...friendless loser who's stuck in a jungle on a deadly island with no hope of rescue and with nobody who'd care if I died and with…

The tears came. Not gracefully as they would be shown in the movies her mom loved. Ugly, honking tears that sounded like a duck, as her mom was wont to point out. She'd had multiple opportunities to point that out in the last month, and it seemed to Heather that she took a very clear joy in belittling her daughter. She cleared her vision momentarily to see smoke rising above the treetops. Even in the shape she was in she knew that fire meant people, and people meant safety even if those people hated her (didn't everybody?). Wiping the tears from her face, she started to jog towards the fire. Running was soooo boring but in this case it was helpful. Arriving at the side of the burning beaver nest a few minutes later, she found her wooden head laying on the ground. She didn't know the others had already been because hers was the only one left. She did, however, see a trail that had been trampled through the brush, so she naturally followed it. This is the Heather I know. This is the old Heather. I am a winner. I am a survivor. I can do this! She stepped out into a clearing at the end of the trail and saw the rest of the campers standing around in a field. They all turned at the sudden noise and wore horrified looks on their faces. Heather thought that was a bit extreme. Well, maybe not for Gwen and Alejandro, but she'd never even met Brick or Dawn before, and where were James and Dakotazoid, and…

"Heather! DON'T MOVE AN INCH!" Noah shouted, with his face stretched taut. "DON'T PUT YOUR LEFT LEG DOWN!"

Heather had been mid step but complied with Noah's request. "Why? So you dweebs can get to the good cabin first?"

Brick weakly told her, "We're in an active minefield and there's a mine right under your left foot."

Heather gasped. Her leg felt heavier than it had any right to be. Time slowed down to a crawl. She didn't want to go out like this.

Nobody had answers. Chris was watching from his island and frantically calling contacts in the bomb squad who were telling him he had to wait at least an hour. "The kids don't have an hour, dude! They're gonna fucking die! Get someone! Ratings aren't worth this!"

Heather hadn't bothered to stick with ballet after she became famous on TDI. Her balance started to tilt, and she started to fall towards the mine before catching herself. Now, instead of having her left leg above the mine, her right foot was just barely on top of the trigger of the mine. Any changes in pressure and that would be one foot gone. Heather started to cry. This was not how she wanted to die.

This scared the others, who began yelling at Heather to not move. Any movement would undoubtedly set off more mines, which could turn the clearing into a killing field.

James approached the field from a different angle. Izzy was the first to notice him, and she saw the scratches and cuts that ringed his body. She also saw his wooden head in his right hand, so she could put two and two together and infer what happened.

He paused when he saw the scene in front of him. Heather was frozen 10 meters in front of him while the others could only look on helplessly. Thinking back on Chris's warning when the challenge started hours ago, he knew immediately what was going on.

"EVERYONE, SHUT UP NOW!" The authority in his voice made the other campers quiet down and turn. "Brick, what's the range of an M95 anti-personnel mine?"

All eyes turned to Brick. "7 meters in every direction, to be placed 6 meters from each other in a spider-web pattern", the cadet answered back.

James wiped sweat from his brow. What he had planned required exact accuracy. Anything less, and he'd be looking at manslaughter charges. "Heather, I think I remember you did ballet for a while", he said calmly. "Is that right?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm sure you were one of the best dancers your school saw. I'm going to need you to do a deep plie and jump to your left, alright? I'll count down from three, and on one, push off and jump like your life depends on it."

She nodded. Her life was in his hands.

He juggled his wooden head in his right hand. "Ok. Three, two, ONE!"

On one, Heather moved her center of gravity downwards before exploding up and leaping to her left. She covered four meters in the air before extending another two horizontally. As soon as she began to push off, James sidearmed his heavy wooden head at the fuse of the mine. A centimeter in any direction, or even a minute change in the winds, would have allowed the mine to explode. Instead, the toss was bang-on. The mine wanted to explode due to the change in pressure, but mere nanoseconds after Heather's foot left the detonator, the head replaced it, keeping the mine armed but not exploding the mine.

Courtney had kept her eyes closed the entire time. She braced for impact, but when she felt none, she opened them and saw that James had done exactly as intended. Relief washed over her before she realized something. They were only out of the fire and into the frying pan. There was still an entire minefield between them and the cabins, between them and safety.

James took notice of this too. He had no idea what to do until he felt a colossal roar shake the ground. Somewhere, a plume of smoke resembling a mushroom cloud rose over the coast of Boney Island. That pressure change would set off the mines easily. "Everybody! FUCKING RUN FOR IT! NOW!" He started sprinting in a diagonal course, trying to land in between the links in the hypothetical spider web. The others copied him, and it became a mad dash for the finish line.

Mines were exploding everywhere, but miraculously, nobody was hurt. By the time Heather stumbled out of the field sobbing, every camper minus Dakota had reported in safely. Chef flew in on a helicopter to announce the winners. While he was watching film to confirm the results, James sat down only to get locked in a full Nelson. "Izzy knew you could do it! Even if Izzy thought you would die, Izzy still wants you to know she had confidence!"

The exhaustion seeped through onto his face before twisting itself into a wan smile. "Thanks Iz, missed you too."

Chef stepped over. "Listen up maggots! Chris is indisposed at the moment so here are yo' teams! To the victors go the spoils, and even though none of you deserve to be victors, the people who have the right to stay in the good cabin tonight are: Alejandro, Izzy, Lightning, Harold, Noah, Leshawna, and Courtney! Your team will henceforth be known as the Malicious Muskrats! After every challenge, the winning team gets to occupy the LUXURIOUS spa hotel!

The rest of you confirmed my worst fears: YOU'RE ALL LOSERS! James, Heather, Gwen, Zoey, Dawn, Brick, Geoff, and Dakotazoid, you will now be known as the Woeful Wombats! Wombats, because you lost you will be having your first elimination ceremony tonight. Maggots, you are DISMISSED!" The big guy walked back to the helicopter and started talking to someone on a walkie-talkie. The conversation sounded urgent but the campers couldn't pick out details.

The Muskrats looked at the two cabins. One was a palatial building that looked eerily like the spa hotel from All-Stars. The other was the classic run-down summer camp cabin seen in every other season. They pitied the losing team.

As they were preparing to put their bags in the cabin, Dawn had a sudden realization. "Where's Dakota? I saw her running towards the beach a while ago but haven't seen her since."

James paused in his tracks. "Was she carrying a bundle in her arms? About yea big?"

"Yes. Very lightly, too."

James thought and then burst out into laughter. "I think I know exactly where she is. Yo Chef, did Chris have a place he was staying at off-shore?"

"He might have, pretty boy. What's it to you?"

The other campers wandered over, curious. James knew he had an audience and smiled big. "She took those landmines and blew up Chris's mansion, right? That's what the explosion was."

Chef's mouth twitched briefly into a smile before landing again on his perpetual snarl. "Well done, shitstain. You figured out the mystery. Now, get to yo' cabin before I make that explosion look like a water balloon fight!"

The campers found this hilarious. Seeing Chris in any form of discomfort was more than worth any cash prize. They went to their respective cabins chortling as the Wombats prepared to vote someone off. There was a feeling in the air of frivolity. They dodged death, Chris suffered, and "you-know-who" was commonly believed to be the first to be going home.

Confessional- Voting time

James: It's a tough one, but I'm going with Dakota. I know her the least and she kinda made the situation this afternoon a bit harder. Respect for making Chris suffer, though.

Heather (resignedly): Dakota. I'm going home first aren't I?

Gwen (rubbing her hands together eagerly): I've been waiting for this moment for years. It feels so much better than you could ever expect.

Dawn: There's a great sadness in Heather. I fear that voting her off will only make the sadness greater, but I'm not sure who else I could vote for.

Night fell hard on the island. Chris had the elimination ceremony set up on the beach, under the watchful gaze of the skull mountain. The host was unusually in good spirits, leading Gwen to think something was up. Getting your personal island (at least, that was the rumor) blown up would suck. So why was Chris smiling?

"Welcome campers, I hope you enjoyed your first day of many on Boney Island. I had an interesting day, which ended in the loss of my private estate but NOT my private island. Blame an intern for that rumor. Anyways, you know how the elimination ceremony works. This year, in a nod to our most accomplished camper, you will earn Olympic medals. Gold represents a delay of execution for another week. Dreaded silver means a nostalgic journey on the Flush of Shame." Upon noticing some of the campers' dismissive looks, he complained, "What? It's a giant toilet. That's an AWESOME prop and I had to reuse it.

Gold medals go to the following: James. Gwen. Zoey. Geoff. Dawn. And Brick.

Heather, you're on the chopping block for, well, everything you've ever done plus almost triggering a mine. Dakotazoid, you recklessly endangered the most important life here with your little stunt: mine. And the last gold medal

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would have gone to Dakotazoid if not for the fact that she committed a felony! I tried to prosecute, but her rich daddy bailed her out, so she's sentenced to house arrest for three months. However, I did get a massive cash settlement and have already rebuilt my cottage! That means that Heather is staying for at least another week!"

Dakota shrugged. Heather had a fleeting moment of happiness before seeing the daggers Gwen was glaring at her. She slumped back down in her seat.

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Dakota: Can still text Sam on house arrest. Win-win.

Gwen: I'm finding a way for that [good lord even I need to censor that] to be eliminated. Nobody's stopping me either.

It turns out it's pretty hard to flush a radioactively-enhanced teenager down an oversized toilet, but once the deed was done, the Wombats started to walk back to their cabin. Heather stared longingly at the group, who were congratulating James on his quick thinking. Tomorrow will be a better day. I promise.

Chris stood detached from the teens. "We've had our first elimination, and oh boy it was a doozy! How will Gwen's revenge mission go? Will Dawn ever act on what she sees? What perverted things did Harold do with Leshawna's wooden head? Next time on

TOTAL

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SEND-OFF!

Actually, maybe it's better that the last one isn't answered. Ever."

Teams: Woeful Wombats (James, Heather, Gwen, Zoey, Dawn, Brick, Geoff, Dakotazoid)

Malicious Muskrats (Alejandro, Izzy, Lightning, Harold, Noah, Leshawna, Courtney)

Votes: voter (who they voted for)

James (Dakota), Heather (Dakota), Gwen (Heather), Zoey (Heather), Dawn (Heather) Brick (Heather), Geoff (Heather), Dakotazoid (nobody)

Heather- 5 votes

Dakotazoid- 2 votes